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"Good morning, sweetie!" Chloe chirped as she saw Beca finally roll off the bed and shuffle over to the bathroom. The only response she got, however, was a mere grumble and a middle finger.

Chloe smiled as she heated up Beca's coffee and plated a croissant for her breakfast. "Fuck you for being a morning person." Beca sat at the table and banged her face to the platform, moaning as she rolled her head to the side.

"You used to wake me up every morning. You're just grumpy because you don't get to wake me up anymore!" Chloe slapped Beca's cheek and put her jacket on, about ready to leave for her first day of school.

"Shit, I forgot you have class today. I can take you, just give me a second to put some shoes on." Beca quickly jumped up from her seat and scrambled around the room, putting on two different shoes: a bunny slipper and one of Chloe's heels.

Chloe quickly took a picture of Beca before she let out the laugh she was desperately keeping in. "You: go back to bed. You only have a few more days of freedom before you work. I can walk myself." Chloe kissed her hand and gave Beca's cheek a gentle tap before she rushed out the door.

Less than a minute after Chloe left, Beca's phone chimed with a notification from Instagram.

chloebeale has tagged you in a photo

Beca groaned and looked down at what she was wearing. She had on a very dirty t-shirt that barely came down above her butt, along with her 'old-man-socks', as Chloe liked to call them, and the two shoes she so haphazardly threw on.

As she guessed, Chloe posted the picture of Beca standing in their living room with the caption, "She tries so hard for me!"

becamitchell: you're the worst.

cacie_stonrad: Beca's whipped!

posenaubrey: Now she really looks like a hobbit

lukeuk: that's a good look for you becky

Beca was going to get Chloe back for posting that picture of her.

"Theo, what's up?" Beca picked up the call and flopped onto her bed. It was nearing noon now and she still had no idea what to do for the rest of the day, so she was actually quite glad to see Theo calling.

"Just making sure you're awake. Khaled wants you to record a track for him before you come in next week, think you can manage?"

"Sure, I guess. It will probably be a bit rough since I usually take a couple weeks with each mix, but I'll just throw together a quick demo-"

"No, Beca. He wants an original. Written, recorded, and produced by Monday. Can you do it?"

Beca began to panic. Not only had she never written an original song in her life, she has also never been able to produce a full song in less than two weeks, much less in one. But this was her entryway into becoming a serious producer. If that meant she had to be a solo artist for a little while, so be it. She could handle it. Right?

"Um. Yeah, I guess. Yeah. I'm cool like that." Beca shook her head a little, cringing at how obviously nervous she was.

"Great. I'll text you details about where we're meeting later. Get crackin', Beca."

"Beca, out!" She immediately hung up the phone, flung it off the bed and threw her hands over her face. Not only did she get this awkward and nervous with her internship, but now she was doing it again for her career. She needed to put herself together, and fast.

Okay, Beca. You are Beca-fucking-Mitchell. DJ B-Mitch. Reggie. Super cool, three time collegiate a cappella champ. You sang backup for Snoop Dogg. You broke up with Jesse and are now an independent woman. You can do this. Just, write a song.

Beca stared at the ceiling, mentally giving herself a pep talk as she tried to prepare for writing music. All she needed to do was write lyrics, produce good music to back it up, record it, produce a full demo, and make sure it's absolutely perfect for DJ Khaled in one week.

No big deal.

So, as she got out a sheet of paper and a pencil, she realized she absolutely could not do this on her own. Without thinking, she put on her shoes, grabbed her keys and wallet, then headed straight for the subway station.

Within half an hour, she was standing outside of New York University, the number one veterinary college in all of New York. She knew that Chloe was somewhere in the large building, taking all the classes she needed to become the wonderful veterinarian she was destined to be.

As she contemplated texting Chloe to let her know that she was there or leaving before she made a fool of herself, a bell rung and a pack of university students flooded from every door.

Beca was about to run, about to get away from all the people that could tell she obviously didn't belong, when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Hoping and praying that it would be Chloe, she turned around with a nervous smile on her face.

"You're not Chloe." She deadpanned, not realizing what she said as she said it.

"Um, no, sorry. It's just, I saw you on YouTube the other day. You're Beca Mitchell, right? DJ Khaled's next big thing?" The young man standing before her was very tall, at least six feet tall, but anybody above 5'9" looked just the same to Beca's 5'2" stature.

Beca had never anticipated anyone to ever recognize her from that video. From the disaster video including Fat Amy's vagina? Maybe. But never from her performing for DJ Khaled. "Um, I mean, yeah."

"That's so cool. My name's Trenton Sanders. I'm an artist, too. Mostly my own stuff, but I'd love to get your input on some of my music. You obviously know what you're doing." He flashed a big toothy smile as he fished for the phone in his pocket.

Beca did not have the time to take on any new projects. Although, she couldn't help feel a little proud of herself for becoming successful enough for even one person to recognize her and ask her for help on music. "Um, yeah. Sure." She put her number in his phone and gave a tight-lipped smile. It wouldn't matter how famous or successful she could become, she'd never stop being awkward around new people.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Mitchell. Sorry for bothering you!" He skipped away and Beca immediately felt her smile drop. Ms. Mitchell? How old did he think she was? Maybe all this stress was causing her to look older.

"My, my, Beca Mitchell. Did I just see you give Trenton Sanders your phone number?" Chloe came up behind Beca, startling the girl, but not relenting any teasing she had planned.

"Chloe, he literally just called me Ms. Mitchell. How old do I look to you?" Beca used her hands to stretch away any wrinkles she may have on her face, earning a good laugh from Chloe.

"I like the sound of that. What are you doing here, Ms. Mitchell?" Beca punched Chloe square on the bicep, but not hard enough to actually hurt her. Chloe feigned pain as she dramatically dropped her book to the floor and grabbed her arm.

Beca groaned and picked up the textbook. "You're a fucking drama queen. I just wanted to come have lunch with you on your first day."

"So were you lonely and bored or did you miss me?"

"Definitely did not miss you, Beale." Beca rolled her eyes as Chloe led her to a small sandwich shop on campus.

Opening the door for Beca, Chloe bowed her head as she gestured for Beca to go inside, "Ms. Mitchell." Beca knew that Chloe would never let her live this down, and would bet that, by the time Chloe finished all her classes, all the Bellas would know about her encounter with Trenton.

The two girls sat in a corner booth at the shop, enjoying their grilled cheese sandwiches as they talked. Mostly, it was just Beca asking Chloe questions about class and students and professors. After a while though, Chloe noticed Beca pressing the conversation towards her, immediately indicating that something was wrong.

"What happened today? You're more dodgy than usual." Chloe set her sandwich down and focused all her attention on the girl sitting in front.

"Nothing." Beca nibbled on her sandwich and averted Chloe's stare, causing Chloe to grab Beca's grilled cheese and place it on her own plate until Beca talked. "Dude!"

"Tell me what's wrong and I'll give you your food. Spill." Chloe squinted her eyes at Beca and waited patiently for Beca to roll her eyes, groan, then start talking.

As if on cue, Beca did just that. "Theo called me today and told me Khaled wants an original song written, recorded, and produced by Monday. I have never written an original song before! Chloe, I don't think I'm cut out for this shit. I should just be a DJ in dirty nightclubs."

She slammed her face on the table, and Chloe picked her head up by her hair. "Beca Mitchell. No more negative talk from you. You are the single most talented person I've ever heard of, and if anyone can do all that in one week, it's you. Why don't you call Emily and have her help you with the song writing?"

As Chloe released her grip on Beca's hair, her face fell back to the table with a groan. "Ouch. Brutal." Chloe rolled her eyes and ignored the dumb comment. "Do you think Legacy would be up for it?"

"She idolizes you, Beca. Here, I'll call her." Chloe pulled out her phone and dialed Emily's number. It didn't even make it to the second ring before Emily had picked up.

"Hi, Chloe! It's Emily. I'm so glad you called, I've missed you. I know we just got back from the USO tour together but I miss you guys so much. How are you and Beca doing? Is Beca there? Hi, Beca!" Emily sped through the phone at a million miles a minute, causing both Chloe and Beca to smile at her antics.

"Emily, settle. Beca has an important question for you." They heard Emily's breath hitch from the other side of the phone, both knowing she probably had a very serious face plastered on now.

"Okay. I'm listening."

"Legacy, Khaled wants me to write and original song and produce it by Monday. Care to help put together a few lyrics with me?"

Immediately, there was a loud shriek coming through the phone, Beca immediately swiping Chloe's phone and pressing the speaker into her chest while she took it off of speakerphone. "O-M-ACA-G! Of course, Beca! I can fly over there, or you can fly here, or we can FaceTime and figure it out! Whatever you want, I can totally help. I'll be totally cool."

"Great, calm down. I'll text you later, okay? I'll text you some ideas I have for songs and you can do the same, maybe we can come up with something good, yeah? Later, Junk."

Without waiting for a reply, Beca ended the call. "Love her, but that girl talks forever."

Chloe shook her head and smiled. "Hey, she talks a very normal amount. I'll have you know, many people have told me that she and I are actually very similar." Chloe lifted her chin and smiled at Beca, boasting about how proud she is to be compared to someone like Legacy.

"At least she doesn't run in on stranger's showers. Poor, innocent Emily. Imagine if we did that to her." Beca pretended to wipe a tear from her eye, earning a playful nudge from Chloe.

"Just eat your stupid sandwich, Ms. Mitchell." Chloe threw the grilled cheese at Beca, and to both their surprises, she caught it between her teeth. They cheered loudly and pumped their fists in the air, but as soon as they did, the manager came over and asked them to either quiet down or leave.

After lunch, Beca walked Chloe back to class, where she had another run-in with Trenton. "Ms. Mitchell! Wait up!"

Beca turned her head to see Trenton running at her with many notebooks in hand, threatening to fall out at any moment. Chloe saw him and started smiling, nudging Beca to be nice. As soon as Trenton caught up, however, Beca put him in his place: "listen, dude, I'm twenty-five years old. We're probably the exact same age, so don't make me feel old. And stop calling me 'Ms. Mitchell,' if you're going to talk to me, call me Beca."

"Sorry, Ms. Mit-Beca. I was just raised to show respect for your idols. It won't happen again." Immediately, Beca started to feel a little bad for being so harsh. He was just a sweet guy that really liked Beca as an artist.

"Anyways, I have to get to class. I'll see you in there, Trenton. Bye, Becs." Chloe ruffled Beca's hair, earning her hand a hard slap and a glare. She just laughed it off, though, knowing Beca secretly does love all the physical attention she gets.

"I have to go soon, too. But maybe we can get together for lunch or something? I have some song ideas I would really like you to look at." Trenton looked at her hopefully, but Beca didn't want anything to do with it. She really did not have time for him and she hopes he can understand that.

"Look, I think you're really sweet and all, but I just have no time at all. Maybe another time, okay?" Beca tried to let him down easy, thinking he was just trying to get her to go on a date with him.

He nodded his head and pulled his notebooks closer together, more concealed from Beca. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. I gotta go." And with that, he rushed off to class, leaving a very guilty Beca to stand alone.

"Legacy, you're a goddamn genius. But are you sure you don't mind me using your song?" Beca was FaceTiming Emily. She sat with a guitar in hand and near the piano so she could switch instruments to figure out the right sounds for her song.

"It's totally okay. I was going to scrap this song anyways, but you made it so much better and I'm so glad you did." Emily clapped her hands and continued to hum the chorus of the song, testing out how she liked the song.

Beca read over the notes one last time, and was content that, in just five short hours, they were able to finish writing a song. "There's still a lot more instrumental work to be done, but the lyrics are perfect. I'll let you go now, but I'll send you the song when I finish. Thanks, dude."

"Bye, Beca!"

As soon as Beca got home from Chloe's school, she called Emily to ask when they would be able to work on the song. But, eager as always, she dropped everything she was doing to be able to help Beca.

They had their lyrics figured out and a simple tune set up, but there were few layers on the instrumental and Beca wanted to perfect that before taking it to the studio for a full recording. So, for another half hour, she played the guitar and tested out different chords to provide a strong melody to her song.

When she decided she needed a break, Chloe had walked through the door, looking very exhausted. "Whoa, dude, who hit you with a bus?" Beca looked at Chloe incredulously. She smelled like literal shit and had dirt all over her clothes. Her hair was disheveled and makeup was smeared all across her face.

"Dogs. So many dogs," was all Chloe said before she dropped her stuff on the floor and slid down with her back to the wall.

Beca laughed and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower for Chloe. She then helped Chloe stand up, hearing all the joints in her knees and feet pop. "Okay, grandma. You're smelling like Amy after Taco Bell, let's get you in the shower."

"You're telling me you don't like this look on me?" Chloe pouted her lip and pinched Beca's cheek.

"Hell no, dude. You're gonna fuck up the whole apartment if you stay there like that. Let's go." Beca tried to drag her to the shower, but Chloe threw her arms around Beca and hugged her tight.

"Do you like this look now?" Chloe laughed and tightened her grip as Beca shrieked and tried to push Chloe off. She smeared her clothes all over Beca's and rubbed the dirt on her face onto Beca's cheek.

"Oh my god, you're fucking nasty!" Beca screamed and pushed back hard, Chloe keeping her grip tight on Beca, dragging them both to the floor. "Dude, you're suffocating me."

Chloe laughed and tickled Beca as they rolled around on the floor of the apartment, screaming at each other. Finally, Chloe got exhausted and released Beca. "I hate you so much." Beca grumbled and tried to wipe the dirt that now covered her body.

"I love you too, sweetie." Chloe kissed Beca's cheek and skipped off to the bathroom, stealing the shower before Beca had a chance to take it first.